sleep is good to me. sleep loves me. it wants me back. sleep and my bed, those little polygamists. they can share me, it's okay. i've been sitting here for the past hour and a half or so actively not giving in and laying down. the air's on and it's been raining all day and since i was out early today (read: early is eleven-thirty and this is classified as early only because i went to bed somewhere between six and six thirty.. which, all things considered, is really how it should be done) i was a wet as a drowned rat, and now i sit here, not so much shivering anymore but i'm still cold to the touch for one who is normally clammy. wow. that was a long sentence.

mm. banana and apple juice. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

last night should have been my debut as phallus shaftly in the high-brow comedy, Penis Dialogues. after suffering a fourty five minute drive (tim & jordan SO fucking owe me) with francine ("francine. you are a woman with stories, aren't you." "HAHAHAH OH YES I HAVE LOTS OF STORIES." and you namedrop like an infomercial star. oh did i say that! oh snap i did) we arrived at side splitters to an overcast sky and about two hours ahead of us. scott and nathan (who was much younger than i expected, for some reason) arrived and we had a pleasant run-through, everything was going fine, and then, oh no, look, we have no power. it just. went out. apparently quite a bit of town was out, too. people started showing up. the line goes out the door (eighty reservations!), we're supposed to start, and still, no power. scott was convinced we should stick around because there was a chance we might be blessed where we'd already been forsaken. alas, no luck. an hour or so later they finally decided to close the theater and move on with the rest of the evening. lousy lousy choices, cause i could have been with nick who called in sick for the day. after another endearing half an hour home, i ended up there anyway. [the time is now four fifteen attention disorder girl (which, according to francine, would explain why i forget and lose things so easily)]. we ate fatty taco bell, we half watched the beginning of the matrix (i say this because at that point i was so fucking giggly that the facial expressions of the actors were making me laugh even more.. not to mention the giant bunnies running down the street.)

paragraph break! [it's raining again :)]

we ended up going to the studio around two am. i didn't have my sparkly blue mss of a guitar with me (which i think i have decided to name penelope or datura [shutupshutupihateyou]) so i played with his strat [that sounds dirty] and. i liked it. quite a bit, in fact. maybe it was just a guitar that knows what it likes. maybe i was too giggly to think too much about what i was doing. either way. good times. i tried to play his mosrite too, and i think if i were to take the time to get used to the size of them, the smallness of one would be good for my kidhands. i played the stalker song and he played things a long with it. and. i liked it. a lot! whee! red soda! rawr! i don't know. this is the longest entry ever. it's four fifty five. i've been writing this for two hours. what crap. i was supposed to call elise days ago. well. like an hour ago. i don't know.

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monday night instead of rehearsing we went bowling. i had a sparkly red ball. in three frames i got a spare, another spare, and a strike. i think i scored eighty nine that game. second game i wasn't paying much attention. it was fun though. good bonding times. i have pictures somewhere. dunedin lanes is cute little bits of 1985 colors. i love it. ha. okay. focus is gone.

today is raining and the first disc of mellon collie with porcelina over and over because it is skipping like mad and i can't get to the best part of the song so now i have moved on! to notwist!

time for you to move on, too.